.. I’ll never do it again ... Please don’t tell Dad ... I’ll do anything for you if you don’t tell Dad!”“Well, anything can mean a lot of ...ifferent things.”“I know ... Colleen, I’ll do dishes on your nights ... I’ll stay out of your CDs ... anything you want ... Just don’t tell Dad!” By now, my raging hard-on had shriveled into nothing and was back in my suit. The thought of my Dad knowing what happened had totally wiped my feelings of horniness away. Obviously, Colleen knew this scared me and. You sipped your tea and opened the email.“Sweet Angel,” You smiled. He was so smitten with you. Sometimes he called you his muse, sometimes his angel, and sometimes even sweetheart. He was such a sweetie. You knew he was older, maybe mid-sixties. He was married, and sometimes seemed to feel guilty about how attracted to you he felt. He was some sort of engineer, or scientist, and he taught at a university. And you liked that he frequently seemed more bashful than most of your fans. He. "Trish."Wow, I thought. I've had a serious crush on Trish forever. She is themost beautiful girl in the school, at least in my eyes. This must be somekind of joke or something."What do you mean blackmail me? I'll just ask her out." If you don't do this, Trish will never forgive you and certainly willnot ever go out with you. Bank on that. She wouldn't do anything to hurtme or any of the other girls. Just you remember that. So come on, atleast give it a try. If it doesn't work out, I won't stand. I asked my wife if I could lick Samantha's pussy first and she responded my saying "ask Samantha its her pussy" I did and Samantha wiggled in delight as I spread her legs and pulled her bikini off. I slowly ran my tongue up and down her lips lingering on her pierced clit teasing it back and forth. I brought my hand up and pushed a finger inside her. She purred with delight as I explored her pussy with my finger and tongue. I glanced over to my wife and saw her bikini was around her ankles and.